This day reminded me of a controlled natural disaster. As if Seattle knew about an earthquake that would occur at a certain time—I walked from my house on Capital Hill (a 30 minute walk) to view the implosion. The further I walked with friends, the more people streamed in from neighborhoods and side streets … like a calm exodus toward the disaster-to-be.

In the end there were many tens of thousands of people in the streets, on bridges, hanging from light poles—all jockeying for the best viewing position.

The implosion and ensuing dust cloud was amazing.